Something strange I, can’t explain, but
Well, here goes, I’ll give it a go

It felt arranged and
Orchestrated
Paranoid. I’m
not the first, I know :)

I indulged it,
Tried to control it,
Thinking on lines,
linking in-between

It’s almost as if,
I had been answered

But I know I’m not, at the centre of everything!
The centre, is the start

Giant ego’s, over eons
Unaccepting, under importance

Taking shortcuts,
For all answers
Sucking thumbs in,
In significance

We’re all at the, at the centre
Of our own lives,
Our own universe

It’s our culture, now we know better

Now we know we’re not the centre of everything

Expanding space from
Every point points
Out our perspective, tracing it all back

If every point is at the centre,
then we are all the centre
But THE FIRST centre,

is still the start :)